How did I get myself into this situation? Thats the question you've been asking yourself for the paste few days.

First, it was stalking. Now, its kidnapping you, tying you up, and holding you hostage.

"Come on, darling~..." Peter, your lovesick stalker coos, holding you up against the wall of your own bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck; wrists tied with thick rope firmly. Your legs wrapped around his torso, several feet off the ground to his height, also tied down firmly.

You've protested, and pleaded, but he just gives you a sweet, sinister grin, showing his razor-sharp canines as his face emits a pale red on his cheeks out of lust. His tongue darts out, giving you tender caresses along your jawline and neck. His hot breath caresses your ear, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You're trapped in his grasp, leaving your entire soul to his use.